It’s the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. In church terms, it’s usually called Holy Saturday, a day when there doesn’t seem to be much going on
These words and images are gathered with respect, playfulness, and reverence for life. Our hope is to open conversations among people of many persuasions who have more in common than we often realize.
Lent and Holy Week are about Jesus but it is also about us. It’s about our mortality and the promise of rest and resurrection. Perhaps the sound of the requiem is to be a comfort to us. The march to the cross leads not to a requiem but rather a celebration of life.
On this day in 1872, we recognized that we all need time in the wilderness, to set ourselves apart. May Lent be such a time, a time not just of giving up some things, but more importantly a time to hallow and consecrate ourselves anew to God.
It was both salvation and the start of a journey. Which is how Ben Irwin describes how he came to the Episcopal Church. My faith
I wonder if we completely misunderstand the stories we hear during the seasons of Advent and Christmas if we set our focus on them as telling us anything about the “how” of God. A far more interesting question to me is the one my kids favored so much growing up: “Why?”
Suffering multiple organ failure, I had just received a grim diagnosis that I would be having a danger-laden surgery that would alter my life forever. It was the wages of a life that seemed so successful, but was undergirded by the troika of fear, doubt, and guilt – a three-legged stool.
Churches are always insufficient for the formation of faith: they are also all we’ve got. Faith is both mundane and transcendent.
by Louie Clay Warning: Get a large salt shaker and sprinkle all over your CRT. More than a grain is required. I’m glad you’ve gotten
by Pat Henking I am developing a serious allergy to the idea of “priestly formation”. The term brings to mind two things: First is the